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And as the excruciating pain entered her mind, the blocked memories from a few minutes ago surfaced—when Yino attacked with his sword, Moxin seemed to activate her demonic eye and dodge, but in fact, her evasion wasn’t to either side but a step backward.

With Yino’s sword coming straight at her, how could Moxin possibly avoid it by stepping back instead of dodging left or right?

What confused Moxin even more was that until a few seconds ago, her brain had believed she had dodged to the left.

But absurdly, for some reason, she had mistaken the direction in reality...

"Illusion..."

"You not only know righteous sword techniques and the Full Moon Sect’s evil techniques, but you’re also proficient in illusions?"

Moxin widened her bloodshot eyes from the pain. Kneeling on the ground, she turned to look at the black-robed boy not far away.

This glance again made Moxin witness a scene she would never forget—she saw that the nearby battlefield had already been sealed by bloody life vines, invisible to those outside, while the black-robed boy standing on the flesh seedbed held the freshly cut arm still dripping with hot blood, offering it on the Mother Goddess’s platter.

Moxin widened her eyes, trying to get up to stop the boy, but the battlefield had already been sealed by life vines, and tendrils woven into the seedbed under her feet had wrapped around the black-gowned witch’s legs.

"No..."

"Zichen! I’m a witch! We both belong to the demonic abyss faction. How can you sacrifice a witch’s arm to the Mother Goddess?!"

Facing the fallen witch’s increasingly desperate curses, the black-robed boy still climbed onto the Mother Goddess’s platter with a devout expression.

He offered the severed arm with both hands, and simultaneously, the Abyss Eye woven from flesh vines descended from midair.

The Mother Goddess made a sound of pleasure.

At least at this moment, within this barrier woven from life vines, the Life Mother Goddess’s influence on the real world reached its peak.

No matter how Moxin tried to unleash her potential, in the Mother Goddess’s domain, her humiliation, rage, and various emotions all became perfect seasonings to enhance the Mother Goddess’s appetite.

Just as human gourmets would put the freshest shrimp and crab into a pot to cook alive...

For the Mother Goddess, being able to enjoy and listen to the wailing and struggle of those being eaten while dining was the freshest experience possible.

Countless bloody vines wrapped around the severed arm.

They greedily absorbed the flesh and blood from the arm. Rather than plants, this scene looked more like the horrifying tentacles of an evil being.

"Aghhhh—!!!!"

Moxin roared in anger, witnessing her arm being devoured. Even though it was already severed, she could still clearly feel the meat-grinding pain in her heart.

She screamed until her voice was hoarse, until her already severed arm was completely consumed by the Mother Goddess.

Such delicious food made the Mother Goddess willing to endure the suppression from the rules of the real world just to linger and enjoy a bit longer.

Her satisfaction was second only to the introductory gift from the Child of Destiny that Yino had once given her.

And naturally... The more delicious the food, the more generous the reward.

Seeing a vine covered with large fruits slowly extending from the flesh wall.

Under the gaze of the Mother Goddess, Yino slightly lowered his eyebrows, pressing his lips into a devout smile, standing in the standard Western Region ceremonial posture, more authentic than any cult member!

"Thank you for your favor."

He gratefully picked the fruit.

At the same time, the boy turned around, facing the pale face of the black-gowned witch, and swallowed the fruit with a smile on his lips.

"—?"

At some point, Yino seemed to hear the ringing whisper of something breaking.

He glanced at the girl beside him who was again erupting with black abyss energy, then slowly wiped his mouth and hurriedly put away his sword to flee while she was still in the process of dark empowerment—

"Nina, let’s run!"

"This despicable witch, I cut off her arms, and knowing she couldn’t match me, she actually summoned the Full Moon Mother Goddess!"

"Just now in that sealed life altar barrier, that witch sacrificed all the corpses of righteous cultivators on the battlefield to the Mother Goddess. Now she’s received the evil deity’s blessing, her cultivation has surged, and she’s about to go berserk again!"

Upon hearing this, the White Dragon girl immediately paled, widening her eyes, both hateful of evil and unable to hide her instinctive fear of evil deities deep in her heart. "Then, what should we do..."

"Don’t worry, The Holy Maiden Yunmei will naturally come to the rescue! Now quickly take my hand, I’ll help you escape first!"

....

In the southwestern fortress, terrifying demonic energy broke through the sky for the third time.

The energy fluctuations erupting from this fortress in such a short period rivaled the combined energy of the entire Western Province City’s full-scale conflict.

Such frequent upheavals not only alarmed Yunmei who guarded the city, but also surprised the two witches who had just arrived at the southwestern flank.

"Wow, what mess is Moxin causing now?"

At the southwestern city gate, a beautiful elf with golden hair and emerald eyes rested her chin on one hand, curiously observing the battle.

Beside her stood a hunched girl in a hood, surrounded by an aura of laziness.

"I smell blood... Moxin’s, and Jinyue’s..."

The hooded girl said softly. She walked in front of the elven woman, her languid gaze fixed on the corrupted witch bathed in demonic energy, as if she could see through the dark storm of power.

But rather than concern for her companion’s injuries, her vacant eyes showed more disgust.

"Moxin lost an arm, and now she’s throwing a tantrum..."

"Let’s ignore her. She’s troublesome when enraged..."

The girl summarized simply, then yawned and found a corner by the city gate to sit down.

Beside her, the beautiful elf in an elegant evening gown continued observing the situation thoughtfully.

The two seemed to have reached a rare agreement on ignoring Moxin.

"I think I smell Jinyue’s essence in the air... She must have just used illusion techniques here, and not ordinary ones... the kind that draws blood..." the elven beauty said with furrowed brows, analyzing with a playful tone.

"Didn’t she say she had other business and couldn’t come?"

The girl resting against the wall raised her head, her lifeless eyes peering through her hood brim giving off an eerie ghost-like aura.

"Who knows? You stay here and watch Moxin. I’m going to see what mischief that little fox is up to again, using my name!"

She smiled faintly and walked toward the heart of the battle as calmly as if taking a stroll, despite the dark tornado ahead.

"Fine..."

The girl in the corner obediently nodded, pulled down her hood and continued sleeping.